Edith in the ringThe passed-over girls are conferringThe man with the diamond ring is purringAll claws for now withdrawnOne by one they bringHis renegade stories to herHis crimes and his glories to herIn challenge they look onWomen he has wanted grow old too soonHe tilts their tired facesGently to the spoon

Edith in his bedA plane in the rain is hummingThe wires in the walls are hummingSome song-some mysterious songBars in her headBeating frantic and snow blindRomantic and snow blindShe says-his crime belongsEdith and the KingpinEach with charm to swayAre staring eye to eyeThey dare not look awayYou know they dare not look away